Filled with ink pens
Copious amounts of words
On every wall
This poem was inspired by a note my Creative Writing Instructor emailed to me after I submitted my final portfolio to him for grading this semester.
He gave me a A as my final grade, plus said I had a gift for writing, was a very prolific writer, and was a great storyteller.
It was a blessing and encouragement to hear that, as he is not only an instructor, but also quite an accomplished and published writer himself.
No one has ever called me “prolific” before, except God did say: in Psalm 92:14 that “They shall still bear fruit in old age; They shall be fresh and flourishing,” (prolific means fruitful or abundant) and I have always believed upon that verse for myself.
So thank you God for blessing me with a prolific writing ability. I pray I can use it to bring You glory.